The design carried a meaning no one else could fully understand.
Feng Tian studied it for several minutes.
"The transformation mechanism is difficult."
"I know."
"If the hinges are even slightly uneven, the wings won't open at the same time."
"I will make them separately and assemble them after testing each joint."
"That could take several days."
"The deadline is still two weeks away."
"You also have classes."
"I will manage."
Feng Tian crossed her arms and looked at her.
"Does your husband know you're planning to spend the next two weeks living in this room?"
"I'm not planning to live here."
"You said the same thing four days ago. Then you forgot dinner."
"That happened once."
"It happened twice. The second time, Mr. Mo came across the road personally to collect you."
Weiwei remembered how Mo Shian had stood at the studio door with a cold expression while holding the dinner Aunt Wu had prepared.
Every employee had suddenly found an excuse to leave.
